Eh? You want to try the humanoid girl's iron fist too?

Raphael's eyes widened, and like a startled kitten, he bent his knees to avoid the mischievous hand of the bell.

"Hehehe, let me touch it..."

As she spoke, Ling Yinyin blushed and suddenly stood up and pounced on Raphael.

"Eh?!?"

After a series of splashing sounds and playful noises, Raphael gritted his teeth and stomped on Lingyin's back. How could a semi-independent individual separated from her mental data have such a filthy and vile personality?

The girl, who was thrashing about on the floor, continued to emit hoarse, breathy cries.

Seeing her reaction, Raphael gritted his teeth and secretly increased the force of his kick.

"Ah—!! It's going to break, it's going to break, it's going to break."

Lingyin screamed repeatedly, trying to get Raphael to spare her life.

"Will you do this again in the future?!"

"No, I won't!" Lingyin agreed very quickly.

"Is it guaranteed?"

"ensure."

The girl sighed and let the wretched puppet go.

Outside the bathroom, the No. 1 puppet, who called herself "Asuka," covered her ears with her hands. She felt that "Rinne" was too noisy and kept bothering the host, which was very bad behavior.

Feiniao sighed and put the shaped cake into the oven. After waiting for more than ten minutes, the oven dinged, and the golden-brown, fragrant lemon cake came out of the oven.

She inverted the freshly baked cake onto the wire rack and returned to the counter to whip the eggs.

Feiniao has many other types of cakes she wants to try.

But before she knew it, she hadn't stopped making pastries.

When Raphael changed into her nightgown and stepped out of the bathroom, she was greeted by a refreshing lemon scent, and then she saw the table laden with cakes…

"Uh? Asuka, how much did you do?"

When asked by the host, Asuka replied expressionlessly, "I just tried out some new things. Would you like a copy, host?"

"Oh, I'll give it a try."

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 112 Gifts and Letters

"It's refreshing and not too sweet, and the lemon aroma is just right."

With an expression of enjoyment on his face, Raphael was generous with his praise for the cake.

"Then let's try this one."

As she spoke, Feiniao handed over another type of cake. Its shape was not much different from the previous one, but it tasted completely different.

When Raphael had tasted the fifth piece, a feeling of fullness reminded her that she couldn't eat anymore. So she put down her fork and plate and asked:

"Um... Asuka, how much exactly did you do?"

There's still some in the fridge.

Asuka picked up the small fork, tasted a piece, and looked quite pleased. She seemed to have a sweet tooth.

Raphael was genuinely worried that if things continued like this, Asuka would forget the job she was supposed to do there.

If Asuka were an ordinary human girl, things might be better.

Raphael believed that if Asuka worked in the pastry or coffee shop industry, she would definitely be an excellent pastry chef and might even attract a large following of dessert lovers.

but

They were born to kill, and no matter how harmless they appear, they ultimately cannot escape the fate of being "tools of killing."

Then Raphael thought about the terrible wave of unemployment that would result if a large number of service industry dolls flooded into every sector...

But that's definitely unavoidable, right?

As the number of unemployed increases, they become a breeding ground for chaos.

"Asuka, it's your turn to take a bath."

Lingyin came out wrapped in a bath towel, showing no intention of changing into her own clothes, and sat down in the living room in a very casual manner.

"Put your clothes on." Asuka clicked her tongue. "Master, keep an eye on this guy."

"Call me Raphael."

“Okay, host.” Asuka blushed and added softly, “Raphael, I understand.”

Upon hearing this, Raphael's eyebrows furrowed slightly. Was the rate of self-growth of Rin and Asuka a little too fast...?

She, Asuka, and Suzune all have completely different personalities, which is almost unacceptable to DARPA.

Unstable is equivalent to unreliable. No matter how obedient or efficient they are in their tasks, they cannot influence the conclusion reached.

It seems she won't be able to acquire more puppet bodies, because puppets are unreliable.

Unless a catastrophe suddenly breaks out in the world that affects all of humanity, she will have to be in the right place at the right time to have a chance to get supplies and reinforcements.

"So, what opportunities do we have here?" Raphael asked.

"what."

"Looks like there aren't any more. But a delivery service just came and brought you this..."

The bird handed over a tightly wrapped box. "The label says it's a gift for you. Harry left a message saying he hopes you enjoy this hard-won peaceful life."

"what?"

Raphael was surprised that Harry B. Carnegie would send a gift.

She reached out and gently touched the cardboard box. Maybe it was some kind of prank, like a little mechanism that would pop out a boxing glove if opened...

Contrary to expectations, what appeared in the box was a private letter with sealing wax. The sender did not disappoint her; it was indeed Mr. Harry, the director of DARPA.

To Raphael:

Small talk was omitted.

Have you adapted to life in Japan?

I prefer to call this country the more derogatory term "Japs," but such a word shouldn't come out of someone like me; it would cause unnecessary trouble due to imprecise word choice.

Raphael is a country with a very strange national character. Once you can completely subdue them psychologically, they will grovel before you and even betray the interests of everyone around them.

Therefore, their control over every aspect of the ruins was very limited.

When we concluded that the area was no longer worth studying, they surprisingly followed suit and agreed that there was no need to continue studying it.

So, the ordinary people living here are really pitiful.

Although it's a belated congratulation, congratulations on finally becoming a JK (high school girl)! How's high school life? Compared to all the fighting and killing...

Ah, I've rambled on about all sorts of random things.

Next, please open the box. This is a gift from me to help you relieve depression and anxiety when you are unable to move.

... "

Seeing this, Raphael turned his gaze to the long, dark box wrapped in various cushioning materials.

Why go to all this trouble to send a letter and a box that looks like it contains valuables, and also to relieve depression and anxiety?

It couldn't possibly be the Mini Windrunner sniper rifle that she'd been eyeing for ages, could it?

But how could that be? Sending a sniper rifle to solve your problems? Whose problems? One shot and all the problems are solved, of course. The negative feedback rate from the service recipients is 0%, and there won't be any secondary reviews.

She took the box out, and it felt very light when she held it; it was clearly not the sniper rifle she had imagined.

No matter how small or portable the Mini Windrunner is, the barrel is still made of iron and can't possibly be that light.

Random guesses are pointless. After unfastening the box, the silver-white object that appeared before Raphael's eyes made her pause for a moment.

The separately preserved tube and mouthpiece gleamed beautifully under the warm light.

"This is...?" Lingyin leaned closer. "Oh... that old man is so kind to you."

"He only cares about the core."

Raphael understood this perfectly. Two years ago, during a harsh winter in New York, after learning about her physical condition, he began arranging her evacuation.

Asuka previously reported that the anti-ruins movement in Japan had the shadow of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service's activities. Could the PMC unit that was encountered in New York appear here?

As she thought this, she put away the instrument case.

"Giving this to a robot... what's the difference between that and giving sheet music to a piano with autoplay and letting it play by itself? My emotions are simulated and can't compare to those of a normal human."

Furthermore, humanoids breathe very shallowly, only breathing forcefully to assist in cooling down when necessary... while our air volume is limited by space, and it remains constant.

"Is that right?"

Rinne didn't quite agree with the host's statement, and her initial emotions might have been simulated.

However, by simply checking the corresponding mental module during emotional fluctuations, one can realize that it is not working.

Therefore, from the perspective of her own mental state, that simulation was nothing more than making herself remember the specific feeling of the emotion.

Once the "soul," or rather the "mind," has fully memorized the feelings brought about by the "emotions," the corresponding emotions expressed are no longer simple simulations.

"As this is the first gift you've received, I suggest you handle it properly," Lingyin reminded her.

"I see."

Raphael picked up the letter that had been lying aside again.

"...Why not try joining the student orchestra? It should be a really good team. Spending autumn and winter in the band is really nice. You don't have any other plans, do you?"

No, he had more plans in mind. Raphael crumpled the letter into a ball and tossed it into the trash can.

She accepted the flute, but joining the student orchestra was out of the question; after all, she had more important work to do.

Book 1: The World Before the Great War: Chapter 113 Job Comes to Your Door

When Raphael woke up in the morning, she saw a document on her bedside table. The first page she opened to was filled with the words, “CIA Management Record, Top Secret”.

This is a professional target profile. The target is a middle-aged Japanese man. His entire life story is written down in detail, and his personality is even described based on his daily life.

It's surprising that the words "cautious" and "crazy" are used to describe this man named "Okita Takashi".